Scales and feathers twirl in a pictured void as Ravyn's senses fade. His consciousness dissolves as his body comes to rest in slumber, then the dragon's fragmented senses are slowly reeled back in to an unconscious simulacrum of the waking world.

PLAP PLAT PLAP

And his mind's eye plunges him directly into action.

There's no sudden start as the feather dragon lays and lulls out his tongue. Though the dream has just begun, he lacks any lucidity to tell him such. As far as he is concerned, it simply is.

Ravyn is ten years old again. He's tied face up in a position that's comfortable in its familiarity, his limbs restrained to soft sheets with a canine's knot buried inside him.

PLAT PLAP PLAT

The wolf bent over Ravyn smiles at him with a face drenched in carnal desire. Warm breath lands on Ravyn's cheek, and the dragon can only breathe and let it happen. His little body is restrained firmly, very firmly, and he couldn't budge an inch, though he doesn't think he'd want to anyway.

"That's right," the wolf says in a gruff voice, "Not going anywhere~"

PLAP PLAT PLAP

"Every bit of you is mine tonight, boy," the wolf says, "and I'm going to make full use of ya~"

The pleasure surging through him grows as does the size of the shaft currently ramming Ravyn's prostate. Combined with his smaller form, the feeling is intense and only growing more potent and more powerful. There's a certain glint in the canine's eye. The growth continues.

PLAP PLAP PLAT

The pleasure turns sour as the knot becomes too large. Friction burns slowly begin to form on the dragon's insides, and the wolf is only becoming more aggressive in its thrusts.

"Can- Can we slow down?" Ravyn asks in a voice higher and more innocent than the one he holds in the waking world.

He stammers out after a moment of no reply from the wolf, "I-I want to stop."

The wolf laughs a little, "There's not stopping this, kid~ We're going all night~"

PLAT PLAP PLAP

Ravyn makes a fruitless attempt to struggle against his top turned rapist. The burning pain in his rectum sears into him, and the restraints chafe his wrists and ankles.

The wolf's knot keeps growing larger. The lining of Ravyn's young colon begins to tear, lubricating the cock that's being forced into him with his own blood.

PLAP RIP PLAT TEAR

"I can feel your guts breakin' in there~" the wolf taunts as his cock begins to shred through the dragon's insides. Ravyn can feel the shaft against the inside of the skin covering his belly.

"Make it stop! Make it stop!" Ravyn cries as his body is torn up from within, but the top has no mercy on him.

"It'll stop when yer dead, kid~!" replies the wolf.

PLAT PLAP PLAP SPLRRPFT

A new sensation fills the feather dragon as the wolf gushes cum inside of him. The sticky substance fills out his abdominal cavity, seeping into his internal wounds. The wolf's knot swells up further from the orgasm, putting more stress on the 10-year-old's insides.

SPLRRGH SPLRRBLLRRFT CREAK RIIIIIIP SLRRRRRRRRRRRSH

Ravyn's belly inflates with the stuff as the wolf continues to pump load after load inside of him. His skin goes taut, then one last agonizing stab of pain surges through Ravyn's body as his belly bursts open. A mixed mess of cum and blood slosh out over the bed.

SPLRRT SPLATTER

Open air bathes the rapist's cock as he continues rutting through what's left of his victim's tailhole. He continues shooting his jizz over the dragon's dying body while Ravyn's world fades out. He closes his innocent eyes.

 GRRWWWWWWWWWL

And opens them back up to see a hungry pig with his belly growling.

Ravyn is now in the body of his 9-year-old self. Firm rope has been wrapped tight around his arms, and though he struggles, he can't get far from where he's been seated.

"Tut tut tut, you best not be running off on me," the pig says, turning around and bending over to reveal his fat pucker, "A cute little boy like you is just what I'm craving~"

Ravyn tries to wriggle out of the way, but his young, bound body is unable to escape as the swine's doughy ass cheeks slam down over him.

SCHLRRRFP

His top half is instantly engulfed in the pred's rear. The pig squeals with pleasure as his victim discovers his filthy insides.

SCGLRRRGHPH PLAT

The pig's colon is lined with horrid brown filth that seeps into Ravyn's feathers and coats his body. A second downward slam of the pig over the dragon sends Ravyn's head much deeper inside as the rest of him is shoved in. Deep enough to bury his face in a dense log of pig shit.

Ravyn struggles and squirms, sputtering and struggling to breathe with his face fully caked in filth. Meanwhile the pig only laughs and moans and pleasures himself as he feels the child dragon's feet slip inside, the last of him vanished from the outside world.

GRRRRGGGGGLE

The pig situates himself in a comfortable position to digest his anal meal, but Ravyn gets no such peace. His lungs scream for oxygen as he keeps his mouth sealed closed to keep the muck out. 

With his limbs still tied and no possible way to get himself free of the filth, Ravyn becomes desperate.

GULP

With a swallow, he affords himself a small pocket of air. It doesn't last for more than a breath, though. More scat promptly replaces it, and the devoured dragon swallows again to clear the way.

GULP ULP

"Enjoyin' the contents of my colon?" the pig asks with a laugh, "I bet it tasted nicer when I ate it!"

GLRRRFFFGGHHHH

"Have some more!"

Ravyn had steeled himself for a fecal meal to buy himself some air, but he wasn't prepared for the pred to grunt and force more of the stuff into the dragon himself.

The rancid mush forces its way down the dragon's throat. He can't even close his mouth to stop the flow now that the dense logs are forcing their way inside. It packs into his belly en masse while all Ravyn can hear is the gurgling of the pig's guts and the squeals of sadistic pleasure reverberating through him.

GRRRGGGGGLE

While shit packs into Ravyn's stomach, his extremities are gradually forming into more of the disgusting scat. An intense burning gradually grows around his limbs, and soon the scales and skin are sloughing away as putrid brown mush.

The little dragon tries to scream, but he can barely breathe between giant logs being crammed down his throat as it stands. Not a sound is able to escape him that isn't completely overpowered by the squelching of shit and the gurgling of pig guts.

SLAP GWRRRGGGGGGGG

"Now that hit the spot! Feelin' better already," the pig says, smacking his bloated gut with the hand that isn't stroking his meat.

The slap barely registers to Ravyn with his body being melted down into nothing but foul fecal filth. His limbs slowly vanish, and his face is starting to burn. Ravyn begins to spasm uncontrollably from the pain.

GLRRRFFFGGGH

And as his body melts away, these spasms become his death throes.

PLAP PLAT FAP

The pred continues getting off, stroking harder and faster feeling the little boy inside him flail against his prostate and slowly succumb to anal digestion.

The sound of the pig beating off is the last thing Ravyn hears before the dream whisks him away to another life and another year younger.

SPLRRRBT

He doesn't even get to hear the pred shooting his load onto the floor when his body finally gives out entirely.

Ravyn is eight years old, and he's walking home at night in an empty part of town. He doesn't know why he's out by himself this late or where 'home' even is, but he doesn't question it. He continues on his merry way.

Passing by an alleyway, Ravyn doesn't bat an eye to the dark passageway between buildings.

WHAP DRAG

And his peace of mind proves a terrible mistake.

Two feline crooks drag Ravyn by his ankles into the alley. A fresh smack on the back of his head still stings as he's pulled along around a corner and well out of view of the street.

"I'd say it's our lucky day with this one, eh?" one of the cats says to the other. A dull, fogged over lamp by a rusty metal door illuminates his orange tabby coat faintly.

"Oh for sure. Haven't gotten a haul like this in ages!" says a slightly taller cat with a plain grey pelt.

Regaining his strength, Ravyn grips a cold, concrete step with all his might as he's dragged into a doorway to some shady room. It buys him a moment of delaying his fate at the cost of scraping his fingers, but no more than a moment.

CRACK

Ravyn releases his grip and lets out a shout as the tabby cat reaches a boot forward to stomp hard on his hand. He's pretty sure he felt one of his fingers break.

"What'sa matter with you?" the taller grey cat says indignantly, "You want the kid calling the whole block over to see what we're doing?"

"Just get him inside," the other says.

"See if I pay your bail again," the grey cat mutters as the crooks finally get the young dragon inside.

It's a far from pleasant room to be in. It's kept uncomfortably warm by an active boiler, and the occasional sounds of footsteps and creaking boards above dictate that it must be in use by a few other people. Ravyn doubts they're friendly, whoever they are.

Ravyn turns and sits up, trying to get his bearings. 

The sound of rustling fabric comes from behind him, and he turns to see the orange tabby disrobing.

"What, gonna break in the new toy?" the grey cat asks.

"Figure I deserve a little treat fer all my hard work," replies the orange cat.

"Y'know, I'd say I could do with the same. QA testin' the merchandise, we'll call it."

The pair notice Ravyn getting unsteadily to his feet.

"If ya can still walk straight after that knock to the head, you best keep still anyway," the grey cat says as he grabs Ravyn beneath the armpits, "We still got clients in the market for cute little corpses if ya act up."

"Might have to sell him like that when I'm done with 'em anyway," the tabby cat says, stroking his barbed cock with one hand. He moves his hand carefully down its length then releases his grip to move his hand back, so as to avoid poking himself on the razor sharp barbs.

"You better not kill another one," the grey cat says, "The boss might buy that you found him like that, but you know they pay more fer live ones."

"Yap yap yap, let's just get on with it," the tabby says, "Let loose a little, will ya?"

Ravyn is currently still held up by the grey cat, his sensitive holes held dangerously close to the cat's twitching shaft like a balloon an inch away from the point of a needle. The cat breathes heavy on his shoulder.

PLAP

The little dragon boy whimpers, but the grey cat's only response is to slam him down hard onto his shaft.

"I'll give ya a fuckin' reason to whine, ya baby," he says while plunging his barbed cock deep into the boy's pussy, "Zip it while I'm railing ya."

PLAT PLAP PLAP

Ravyn grips the taller cat's shoulders tight as he's raped. The unnaturally sharp barbs pierce the tender flesh of his nethers while his own cock is pressed tightly between his own body and his aggressor's. The dragon wails in pain.

After only a moment, the tabby joins in. He gets himself buried balls deep in the boy's exposed rear and reaches for his throat.

"Didn't we tell yous to be quiet?" the tabby snarls.

PLAP PLAT PLAP

The pair of cats slide the feather dragon up and down between them intensely while moaning and basking in the pleasure. His blood seeps over their cocks and drips from both holes onto the cold concrete floor.

Choking gurgles are all that can escape Ravyn's throat until he suddenly gets the chance to take a sharp, desperate inhale when the man gripping his throat loosens up to let him breathe.

"How much you think we're gettn' for him?" the tabby asks between moans.

"Not the five digits we was hopin' for at this rate," the grey cat replies, "Might not have any usable holes left when we're done. But right now, balls deep in 'im? I don' fuckin' care."

"Far as I'm concerned we're just giving his holes a little expansion is all," the tabby replies, "I know a few horses who could use a toy with a bit more give."

PLAP PLAP PLAP

The two chuckle about it a little while they pleasure themselves in defiling the boy. Ravyn can't struggle with so little oxygen while held so tightly between them, though tears run plentifully down his face. Most seep into the fur of the sadistic cats.

"The hell's happenin' in here?" a bigger cat barges into the room. He wears a trench coat over his white pelt. His fur is spattered with a few old stains of blood in places.

For the moment, the two rapists stop. Ravyn chokes and sputters as the grip on his throat is suddenly relinquished.

"Ey, sorry if we're makin' a bit of a mess, boss," the tabby says, a nervous twinge in his voice.

"Since business 'as been so good lately, we figured we oughtta treat ourselves," the other cat replies.

"We gotta have some benefits with our jobs, eh?" the tabby chimes in.

The boss sighs, "If you're going to ruin our products, you could at least have the courtesy to invite me to join yous."

The two thugs let out a sigh of relief as the larger cat approaches, shouldering his way in and prompting the tabby to step slightly to the side.

"Let's see if I can't fit in here~" the boss says, sliding his cock into Ravyn's rear with the tabby while the dragon's sobs are silenced by a tightened grip around his throat.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

Ravyn's lungs scream for air while he himself is unable to scream for the pain wracking his body as his holes are plowed by the cats' sharp cocks. The world is starting to get hazy.

"Hey, you're draggin' him off my cock," the tabby cat says, giving the little dragon a little tug toward him.

"Then come closer to the rest of us; don't try to hog him fer yourself," the grey cat replies.

"Yeah, yeah, just, ngh-" the tabby cat steps forward to fit himself inside better as he furiously thrusts into Ravyn's tight ass.

"Hey-" the boss tries to get a word in.

"Personal space!" the grey cat nudges the tabby back a pace.

"Personal space? We're gang rapin' a kid and you're whining about personal space?" the tabby challenges.

"You two fuckin' idiots," the boss yanks Ravyn's body out of the other cats' arms. The dragon is limp in his hands, "Ya strangled him goddamnit!"

"Er- whoops."

"It was all him."

"Shuddit," the boss replies, carrying Ravyn's limp corpse away, "I'm gonna finish with what's lefta him in my office. You two go ring up that necro creep we was talkin' to on business the other day."

The two cats turn to each other then sigh and leave the room.

Ravyn is seven years old. He skips down the sidewalk with a pair of overalls on and a ticket to a magic show clutched in his hand. The theater is just down the block, and he can't wait.

A canine attendant stands in the ticket booth with an unusually wide smile. He eyes Ravyn when he arrives with a certain eagerness that the young boy doesn't quite pick up on.

"Welcome to the show! How can I help you today?" he asks in a slightly strained voice.

"I uhm, have my ticket. I wanna watch the magic show," Ravyn replies, holding up his ticket.

The man snatches it eagerly through the small hole at the bottom of the window.

"Go ahead, then! Enjoy the show~" the attendant says, motioning toward the door to his left.

"Uhm- Thank you!" Ravyn says as he hurries inside.

Everyone in the packed auditorium seems to stop and stare as he walks in. For a moment the boy wonders if he hasn't walked into the wrong show, but then the man on stage with his top hat and suit certainly looks like a magician.

Ravyn takes a seat towards the front of the theater, and after just a moment, the show begins.

"Ladies and gentlemen, one and all," the well-dressed coyote on the stage begins, "Welcome to the Great Canini's Magic Show!"

As he speaks, the coyote twirls his wand around, and doves appear behind him flying off over the crowd. Ravyn giggles gleefully at the sight, then remembers he's in a public show and tries to keep his voice down.

"As the most practiced magician in the lands, I have a great many tricks up my sleeve," the canine says, "And while I could use any number of simple illusions to kick off tonight's show, I think you fine folks deserve something more exciting for an opening act~"

The crowd all seem to slowly turn to gaze toward Ravyn, who promptly realizes himself to be the only little boy in the audience. Even one of the bright spotlights moves its beam from the stage to shine down on Ravyn.

"All I need is one volunteer~" the magician joins the crowd in staring expectantly right at the young dragon.

"Perfect! You'll do!" the magician says without a word from Ravyn. The magician waves his wand, and in an instant the little boy is stood beside him on the stage, with a small cloud of smoke dissipating around him. His clothes haven't been teleported with him.

"Wha- Buh-" the little dragon tries to find his words, but the magician continues his act. He grabs the boy and places him on a table before fastening him painfully tightly to it with a set of straps.

"Observe, my beautiful audience, as I saw this young boy in half," the coyote magician says with a grand cadence. 

He presses a little button on the back of his wand, and the blade of a handsaw expands out from it. The magician levels it with the boy's neck.

"Not into even halves, mind you," the magician says, prompting a laugh from the audience.

He drops his saw, but incredibly, it merely floats in place, sharp metal teeth leveled against the boy's throat. Then, a short walk is taken around to the end of the table, where the magician spread's the boy's legs wide.

"And why don't I bring a little bit of a different kind of magic to our show as well?" the coyote says, to the cheers of the crowd.

SCHLICK LICK LAP

The magician gives the boy's butt a tongue bath, thoroughly tasting his pucker. Then, he plunges his tongue inside while gripping the boy's ankles with his hands.

Ravyn squirms in discomfort, held so tightly in his restraints with the saw poking his neck, being violated and so exposed in front of so many people.

SCHLRK LICK SHLK RIIIIIIIP

The little boy struggles futily as the coyote probes him with his tongue. It feels a lot longer then a normal tongue should be, the dragon finds, but that quickly becomes the least of his concerns. 

The saw begins to move back and forth in mid air, tearing open his throat in the process. A spray of blood decorates the curtains. To Ravyn's horror, he finds that keeping him in one piece isn't part of the magic trick.

SHRED TEAAAR

The sound of the magician's tongue sliding into his rear is soon completely smothered from Ravyn's perspective by the sound of the blade slowly sawing off his own head. Even the feeling of the magician's tongue begins to feel fainter, almost distant.

Ravyn strains uselessly against his tight bondage. The crowd watches eagerly and buzzes with excitement. The magician gets his thorough taste test of Ravyn's colon.

Pain overwhelms the boy's already dying mind as he feels cold metal interrupt his wind pipe. The saw makes it halfway through with no signs of slowing. There's no hope for him at this point.

RIIIIIIP TEAAAAAAR SHRED

The magic saw doesn't falter as it reaches hard neck bone. It cuts through the boy's vertebra like butter, and with a growing pool of crimson blood cascading over the sides of the table, it carries on.

SLOUGH SLAP

The teeth of the saw reach the table. The boy can't feel his body anymore. He can barely feel his head, either.

Ravyn's head sloughs off his body and lands on the floor. It leaves a trail of blood as it rolls a short distance and comes to a stop.

The dragon is treated to the view of the magician's tongue coming out the neck of his headless corpse to uproarious applause from the crowd as the world fades away.

A different world fades back in. Ravyn is six years old. He sits on the couch playing video games on the family TV.

In the corner of his eye, a short wagging tail vanishes into the hall. He's just recently gotten a pet dog for his birthday, on the younger side of things, and the little dog has wasted no time exploring their humble home.

"Spencer? Spencer, c'mere, boy," the little dragon calls his dog. 

He sees the screen flash red as he takes damage in his brief distraction.

"I'll go check on him later," he resigns.

He remains in place on the couch for a while longer, until he hears footsteps behind him.

"Ravyn!" his mother calls, approaching the front door alongside his father, "We're going out for a bit. Be good while we're gone. Don't let Spencer get into any trouble."

"Okay, Mom!" he replies.

The sound of the door creaking up and closing tight comes from behind him, signifying the departure of Ravyn's guardians.

It isn't long after his parents leave when he takes too much damage in his game and finds himself staring at a game over screen. 

"Aw man..." he sighs.

The little dragon goes to hit the continue button before jolting upright.

"I need to go check on Spencer! He really isn't potty trained yet."

Ravyn hurries down the hall. Most of the doors are closed, but the door to his bedroom remains wide open. Naturally, in he walks to look for his precious puppy. 

"Spencer?" he calls as he leans into the room, "Spencer!"

Standing idly atop a high dresser is Spencer. His light fur stands out even in the dark crevice above, and his little tail wags eagerly despite his precarious position.

"Get down from there!" Ravyn says, "How'd you even get up there?"

The dog doesn't budge. It just looks down at him and lets out a cute little arf.

Ravyn jumps from one foot to the other, tapping his fingers together as he looks around the room, as if hoping a solution to his problems would present itself. With his parents out where they can't help him now, his gaze lands on the curtains hung over his window.

"Here... I guess I'll just..."

Ravyn begins to climb up a curtain, hung right by the dresser. He's a small boy, and for a moment it holds his weight fine. He climbs higher.

CREEEEAK

An ominous groan comes from the thin bar holding up the curtain. The dragon is almost there. He reaches out a hand toward the dog.

SNAP CRASH

Ravyn yells as he tumbles to the ground along with the curtain itself. One of the hooks that'd previously held its mount in place clatters to the ground behind him.

The little boy rolls a short distance on the ground, and the curtain wraps tight around him. His young arms don't have the strength to break through the fabric, and the way it's coiled around his body makes it awkward to try to escape. It doesn't help that he's starting to cry from the fear instilled by the sudden fall, though he's not much hurt.

It's an unfortunate situation as-is, but it's made worse when the tapping of paws on the hardwood floor draws near, and a little bark sounds right in Ravyn's ear.

Ravyn struggles to see the dog through his tears, unable to dry his eyes with his arms still trapped in the curtain.

"Spencer! You- you couldn't have done that ten seconds ago?" he decries the dog.

Spencer is none the wiser. He sniffs Ravyn for a moment then climbs on top of him.

Spencer is barely more than a puppy, but he's not a small dog. In fact, he's a larger breed, not that Ravyn knows or cares which. Despite his age, he's able to quite easily cover the distance between his six-year-old owner's waist and face. This he does.

"Hey- What're- Spencer!" Ravyn stutters out words between sniffles.

Spencer meanwhile takes a sniff then starts tearing through the fabric of the curtain. He manages it with startling efficiency. Then he begins gnawing through the front of Ravyn's trousers.

"OW! Spencer! Bad! OW!" Ravyn's protests quickly devolve to harder sobbing as the dog's teeth apply painful pressure to his testicles with each tear at the fabric covering them.

GRWWWWLLLLLL

Spencer eventually reaches his prize- the boy's undeveloped genitals now exposed- but not before an ominous grumbling comes from his bowels. It's been a minute since the dog has been let outside.

FBLRRR PLOP

A fat, round log escapes the dog's backside and lands squarely in Ravyn's mouth. 

The boy begins to panic, sputtering and trying to get it out while his precious puppy pays him no mind and drops another on his face.

CHOMP

And at the same time, the dog bites into Ravyn's nutsack.

With his chewtoy acquired and a comfy seat beneath him, Spencer lays down. His foul doggy rear is squarely over Ravyn's maw.

BLRRBRRFT

As though the situation couldn't get worse, now there's no avoiding it. The dog is pushing out its logs directly into the little boy's mouth, and gag as he might, Ravyn can't keep the fecal filth from forcing its way down his throat.

Ravyn's body locks up, and his chest convulses with sobs. He can't move to fight it, and between his balls being gnawed on and his mouth being filled with dog turds, he's never suffered more in his short six years of life. He doesn't know what to do.

FBLRRRRRRRT BLRRRFFFFT

Spencer is not a dog who should have too much capacity in his bowels. He is quite young, after all. But the horrid mess doesn't stop coming. If anything, it feels like each log just gets bigger and denser.

Ravyn feels uncomfortably full.

RIIIIIIIP

Spencer gives a tug on Ravyn's scrotum and tears it open completely. With this development, he latches onto the boy's left nut directly, squeezing it hard in his jaws. Ravyn would be yowling in agony if his mouth weren't so full.

Ravyn feels his belly begin to swell just slightly, like a balloon. It hurts. His stomach was never meant to fit this much in it, and it certainly wasn't meant to be filled with dog shit.

Spencer rises up slightly on top of the little boy from his own mess piling up beneath him. He minds it none, simply having fun with the chewtoy he's found.

SNAP

The first of the boy's testicles comes off in the dog's mouth after too hard a yank. Spencer bursts it with one harder bite then swallows it down.

Beneath him, Ravyn's world goes briefly dark then comes back. Then darkness falls again. He's growing close to unconsciousness from the pain, but something won't let him pass out. He's forced to endure.

BLRBRRRFFFT GWRRGGGGG SWELLLLLL

The chocolate river Spencer is unleashing bloats Ravyn further. The dog is lifted higher.

The curtain bondage covering Ravyn's belly tears open along with his shirt.

SNAP

Spencer rips off the boy's remaining testicle as his head is dragged out of reach of his genitals by the growing belly beneath him. He slowly slumps into a more upright position, ass still firmly over Ravyn's maw.

Ravyn is struggling to even parse what's happening now. He won't have to worry about it for much longer, though. His unsettled belly creaks ominously as it's continually overfilled.

BLFFFBBBT RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP SLOUGH

One final, extra large log escapes Spencer's colon and goes down the hatch. It's more than the boy's belly can take. His gut tears open, and an enormous mound of puppy shit is unleashed into the room. It spreads out over Ravyn's dying body, eclipsing him near completely.

The dragon's weak, young form gives out as Spencer trots carelessly out of the room.

Ravyn is five years old. He's sat on a street corner waiting for his parents to pick him up. The family friend who'd agreed to watch him was running late when he dropped him off and so decided the little dragon could wait on his own for his parents to arrive.

Two twenty-something year old men, both cats, look his way from where they lean against the side of a building with a big flashing neon sign above its door. They say something to each other then approach Ravyn.

"Hey, kid, you lost?" one says, flicking his tail as he speaks.

Both men smile.

"Uhm, no..." Ravyn starts to say, a little uncomfortable at the advance of the strangers.

"C'mon, let's get you inside," the other insists. He grabs the little dragon by the arm.

The two men carry Ravyn a short distance into an alley, snickering to themselves as they do, then they carry him through a side door.

It's dark inside, and very loud. Strobe lights are the only illumination, and the sounds of loud music and excited voices fill the air. Ravyn looks around, baffled and more than a little scared. It's hard to make out any fine details, but all the people he can see are adults. A lot of them are rubbing against each other in a weird way.

The little boy is carried into a back room. It's full of stalls, but it clearly isn't a bathroom.

"Get him tied up, and don't break him before I get back with the others. We're havin' a good fuckin' time tonight," one of the cats says, wandering off while the other takes Ravyn into a stall.

A closet at the back of the stall has a large amount of strange equipment inside, mostly different kinds of rope and harnesses. The remaining cat pulls out an adjustable harness. It's been cut and sewed back together in a few places to make it able to fit people smaller than it was manufactured to accommodate.

"I-I don't want that," is all the little dragon can say as he's being put into position on his knees.

"Tough shit. I need this~" replies the cat. 

He pulls Ravyn's pants down and fastens on the harness, tied so that he can't leave a kneeling position. Truthfully he doesn't think he and his friends will be using anything below the belt, but he figures he may as well keep his options open.

Ravyn begins to sniffle and squirm while the cat disrobes.

PLAT

The man drops his barbed cock on Ravyn's head.

"Gonna need to boost you up a bit... Here we go~" he retrieves a small stool from the corner of the stall and places the dragon on it. This leaves the boy's head mostly level with the man's waist.

"Wh-What're- Ack!" Ravyn is cut off as a ball gag is applied to him.

The cat levels his cock with the dragon's nose, and it twitches in anticipation. 

"Finally~ I've been waiting for another chance to do somethin' like this~"

PLRT PLAFT

The feline slides the tip of his shaft inside and ruts in a bit. The overwhelming tightness tells Ravyn that his nostril isn't nearly large enough to fit the cat's shaft, but the labored breathing and ravenous expression of the cat tell him that he'll make it fit anyway.

As the cat eases his way in, hard footsteps become barely audible over the loud music coming from the other room.

The other of Ravyn's feline captors arrives to the stall, flanked by two canine companions. Both of the Dobermanns are wearing letterman jackets, and they tower over the cat guiding them.

"Oh you got a real little one~" one of the dogs says, "Fuck yeah. Been a goddamn minute. What's the kid, four?" 

"Keep it down, dude," the other dog replies, "You wanna smash this kid's brains with your cock or end up in a jail cell? C'mon."

"Pffft. Like anyone here's gonna snitch."

The three herd in around Ravyn and the cat presently fucking his nostrils. The door is closed tight behind them, and they begin to disrobe.

PLAT PLAP PLAT

"Hey c'mon, let us get in there before you make him braindead," one of the dogs says as he levels his juicy, knotted cock with the little boy's ear.

"There'll be plenty of time. They flail and spasm for a good while before that happens," replies the other cat, lining himself up to take the boy's remaining nostril.

The group put their arms on each others' shoulders in a sort of huddle to keep their balance. It's a tight squeeze for them all to thrust inside of Ravyn at the same time.

"Your grey matter's gonna feel fucking great staining my cock~"

SCHLAP

That's the last sentence Ravyn hears before his ear drums are decimated and rendered non-functional in a single powerful thrust by one of the dogs.

PLAT PLAP SPLAP PLAT

Four shafts force their way into the dragon's little head from all directions. Each thrust damages parts of him he hasn't learned the name for yet. Not one of the men fucking Ravyn holds back even a little when forcing their shaft into his head.

"Oh fuck yeah, I think I'm in his brain," one of the dog says, not that Ravyn could hear.

"Definitely. Me too... Fuuuuuuuck~" the other replies.

"Hittin' something important," one of the cats says, "Every time I thrust he does the same twitch~"

Ravyn is jerking around violently in his restraints, but they're fastened tight. They get him nowhere.

"Dude, I think I can feel your cock rubbing on me in there," one of the dogs says.

"You're making this kinda weird," replies the other.

"C'mon, bro, we're turning this kid's brain into soup together. It's already weird," the first responds.

"Mhm... What're you-"

The first dog smooches the second, and after a moment's hesitation, he reciprocates. The two interlock in a deep kiss while the boy suffers immeasurable brain damage beneath them, and their slobber pours down onto his head.

"Heh, heartwarming," one of the cats comments.

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The group start to thrust faster, keeping rhythm and speeding up in unison. They're all getting close to orgasm. Ravyn is getting close to death.

The dogs finally break their sloppy kiss.

"I think I'm about to jizz in this kid," one says.

"Fuck, dude... Huff... Same," comes the reply from the other.

"You're welcome for draggin' him in here," replies one of the cats, "Fuck that feels fuckin' good~"

To Ravyn everything is a blur. He can't see clearly. His other senses are well and truly gone. He can faintly feel the rods in his head pushing in and out.

"Get ready to die, kid," one of the dogs says to the barely-conscious child, heedless of the fact he can't even hear him, "I'm about to fuckin' blow~"

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The orgasms of the four rapists creates a tidal wave in Ravyn's head. What's left of his brain is violently ripped apart by the pressure exerted by the fluid, and he's dead almost instantly.

The boys all pant and huff and get their last thrusts in while absorbing the grotesque display of their jizz mixed with Ravyn's blood leaking out every orifice on his head.

"So fuckin' worth it. I love you, bro."